Light swirled and a man groaned. Lifting a hand to his eyes, he shaded them as he blinked. Sitting up quickly, as memories of the last days came rushing back.
It started as any other day, sitting at his desk, the man seemed to be working on a computer. Zoom in on the monitor, and it is revealed that the man is looking through emails with a bored look on his face. The expression changes to surprise as his body is jerked backwards, and he falls. Confusion mars his face as he continues to fall, where he expected to land on the floor. Soon, blackness envelops his sight, and his mind is quick to follow.
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Nothing made sense, his body filled with a pain he though long forgotten, and as he remembers, the pain is doubled, then doubles again, wrenching piercing screams from a throat thought unable to reach such a high pitch.
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Eyes crusted with some sort of dried substance struggle to open, and show what surrounds him. A groan scrapes across and escapes an abused throat. Metal clanks and scrapes as hinges protest the opening of a door. Soft footsteps whisper as a body draws near, and a voice, soft and husky; promising all with nothing but the tone, speaks. “Have you reconsidered our offer?” a soft hand gently caresses his cheek while waiting for his answer.
A whisper, almost lost as it tumbles from pain thickened lips, pulls the head of the questioner; now recognized as a woman, forward to place her ear near his lips. “I’d rather turn a dyke straight.” This little rebellion has cost the man what little energy he had left, and his body sags as he smiles within his mind.
The woman’s head snaps back, and with a vicious smile that the man cannot see, whispers loud enough for him to hear, “I think that can be arranged”. A crisp turn noticed only by the snapping of her feet on the floor, the females footsteps head firmly out of the room. The door hinges squeal as the metal door is closed with a loud clang, the sound battering the man inside , sending him spiraling back into that blissful darkness that has embraced him all too often of late.